Lyrics of Hita's Tongque Fu

On the left side of the river

Build a high Pavilion according to the water

Weiliu embraces Jiamu

Autumn comes to Tongque terrace

The deep nine layers of gauze curtain of quetai

Distant cold stars crossing the moon

Snow is coming, frost is coming

Nanke sleeps in leisure and dreams far away

There are countless towers in the sky

The night embraces three thousand lonely purple towers

Dance slowly in the pavilion of Chu

The wind moves, the flowers move, the shadows cluster, the smoke cage, the trees grow all over the river

Luan mirror clear shadow, looking at the years, sometimes desolate, sometimes desolate

The stars sink and the moon float tonight

Listen to the wind

The distant mountain crows crossing the lonely River

The wind rolled the aloes, and the trees were covered with smoke

A stream of catkins scattered into the Pearl curtain

Where the clouds are rising, the autumn water is long and the wind is comfortable